Page 103 of My Destiny

“I don’t suck half as well as you do, baby.”

“Oh my god,” she says as her face turns bright red.

“What? It’s the truth.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Brooke

“How was your first day back at work?” Chris asks as I slide into the back of the limousine. Although it’s now safe for me to catch the bus, Logan insisted that Chris continue to drive me.

“It was amazing—feels so good to be back.”

“You love it there, don’t you?”

“Dancing is my life.” He smiles at me in the rear-view mirror, before focusing back on the road. “Chris,” I say a few minutes later. “Could you drop me off at my terrace house in Waterloo?”

“Why?” I see a frown form on his forehead.

“I need to clean the place up.”

“Are you thinking of moving back there?”

“No. But I’ll need to get my bond money back if I’m going to be able to afford another place.”

“You’re not staying with Mr. Cavanagh indefinitely?”

“No. He’s been gracious enough to have me this long, but I think it’s time I find a place of my own.”

“He’s not going to like this, you know.”

“What? Me going back to clean the place up, or me moving out?”

“I’m guessing both.”

I lean back into the seat.

“He offered to pay someone to clean up the terrace house for me, but I don’t want that. It’s something I’m more than capable of doing myself.”

“I admire you for that,” he says, smiling at me through the mirror once more.

We travel the rest of the way in silence, and his words weigh heavily on my mind. But it was never discussed that I’d stay with Logan permanently. It’s way too early in our relationship to think about moving in together. I’ve only been there as long as I have because of my exceptional circumstances.

I undo my seatbelt when we pull up outside my place. It’s been weeks since I’ve been back here, and to say I’m feeling uneasy about going inside would be an understatement. “Thank you.”

Chris undoes his seatbelt also. “I’m not leaving you here on your own, Miss Ryan.”

“Please call me Brooke.” No matter how many times I say that to him, he still calls me Miss Ryan.

“I’m already risking my job by bringing you here.”

“He’d never fire you, Chris.”

“I don’t know. He’s changed since he met you.”

“How?” I ask, as we walk up the front path.

“Let’s just say, you’re very important to him. Work was always his number one priority, but now that’s shifted to you.”